Martial Alchemy Sovereign

Han Xiaowen was frozen on the spot. His eyes were gloomy as he looked at Su Ling. Su Ling's terrifying display of his sabresmanship just now was indeed out of his expectations. Witnessing Su Ling use the blade's Qi to break apart his sword technique, Han Xiaowen was even more surprised. He felt that it was inconceivable.    

    

"Lost?" "You just broke my sword, that's not even worth mentioning that I lost. Moreover, you used your blade to break my sword technique, that's not even worth counting!"    

    

Han Xiaowen sneered.    

    

Everyone thought what Han Xiaowen said was reasonable, and some people even directly said that Su Ling betrayed their sect to steal their sword skills, which went against the most basic principles of Sword King Pavilion.    

    

"Using a blade technique to break the sword technique, what kind of skill is that?" "If you're capable, then use your sword techniques to defeat senior brother Han!"    

    

"That's right, his sabresmanship is domineering, but his swordsmanship is dexterous. Now that Su Ling has defeated Brother Han with his sabresmanship, it's nothing. If he really has the ability, then he will lose against Brother Han."    

    

Discussions rose and fell in the audience seating. Without a doubt, in the eyes of the crowd, Su Ling using a tricky method to forcefully defeat Han Xiaowen's sword technique could only be considered a despicable method.    

    

Su Ling naturally heard the discussions of the crowd clearly, but he did not care at all. He said lightly: "For me to use the sword to perform the sword technique, this only means that I have already mastered the sword technique and the sword technique. You guys only learn the sword art by yourselves, you can't compare to other people, who can be blamed?"    

    

Su Ling's words were sonorous, sonorous and powerful, shocking everyone who heard them. Instantly, the spectators were all silent, not knowing how to refute this.    

    

Just now, Su Ling did not use a blade to perform a blade technique, but a sword to perform a blade technique. Just from this alone, it could not be determined that Su Ling went against the original concept of Sword King Pavilion.    

    

"Do you dare to fight me bare-handed?"    

    

Han Xiaowen's gaze was extremely gloomy. He stared coldly at Su Ling and said indifferently, "If you can defeat me bare-handed, then I'll let you deal with me."    

    

"Hur hur."    

    

Su Ling suddenly sneered and couldn't help but say: "Originally, I didn't have to agree to a fight with you barehanded, but in order to make you convinced of your defeat, in order to make you die, I don't mind fighting with you barehanded."    

    

With that said, Su Ling's expression turned cold and he put away the Desolation Sword in his hand. Standing on the stage barefooted, his eyes were as cold as frost. He stared at Han Xiaowen and said indifferently: "Come up to die."    

    

"Humph!" You are courting death, no wonder you are asking for it. "    

    

Han Xiaowen snorted coldly. He sneered in his heart as he walked towards Su Ling.    

    

At this time, Wang Huan's expression also changed greatly as he quickly shouted: "Su Ling, he was an expert at the eighth level of Genuine Martial Stage during his peak period. The Body Strength s are comparable to the Genuine Martial Stage, and even though his realm is being suppressed, his Body Strength s are still as terrifying as before."    

    

Su Ling could not help but frown when he heard Wang Huan's warning. He gave Wang Huan a deep look and immediately laughed.    

    

This scene was witnessed by everyone and they could not help but sigh. They said: "This Su Ling, only now did he realize the difference in Body Strength between him and Senior Brother Han. It's already too late."    

    

"Yes!" It was true that Su Ling far surpassed his peers in the same realm and could even defeat Cultivating Warrior, who was at the peak of Martial Essence Stage, but that was when he had a weapon. Now that he's out of weapons, if he wants to defeat those people, it would undoubtedly be a fantasy. "    

    

Everyone sighed. The stunning performance of Su Ling just now was indeed shocking, but now, Su Ling was overestimating himself. He actually wanted to rely on the Body Strength to defeat Han Xiaowen, that was impossible. When they thought of the scene of Su Ling being pressed down on the ground by Han Xiaowen and even getting killed by Han Xiaowen, the crowd couldn't help but have pity in their eyes when they looked at Su Ling.    

    

"Can I go back on my word now?"    

    

Su Ling had sharp eyes and had heard everything that the crowd said. At this moment, he stared at Han Xiaowen and could not help but bitterly smile as he asked.    

    

"Yes!" But you must break your own arms. "    

    

Han Xiaowen's eyes were cold and gloomy. He stared at Su Ling and said.    

    

"Then forget it, I will not go back on my word. After all, I don't want my arms broken. "    

    

Su Ling smiled bitterly.    

    

"Heh heh, if you continue like this, you won't only have your arms broken. Because I won't let you leave here alive. You must die! "    

    

Han Xiaowen said fiercely.    

    

"Are all the inner court disciples as formidable as you in bragging?"    

    

Su Ling laughed coldly in embarrassment and asked curiously.    

    

"You're courting death!"    

    

Hearing Su Ling's taunting laughter, Han Xiaowen flew into a rage. His right hand suddenly shook and a domineering and vicious handprint directly flew towards Su Ling.    

    

This palm was enough to shatter Cultivating Warrior of the Martial Essence Stage's bones. Furthermore, with how terrifying the Body Strength was, he was confident that he could kill Cultivating Warrior of the Martial Essence Stage with a single palm.    

    

With a "hu" sound, Han Xiaowen's Gale Force Palm immediately fell into Su Ling's line of sight. Su Ling's gaze darkened. The black cat had previously said that with his current Body Strength, even the low level Cultivator of Heavenly Martial Stage would find it difficult to kill him in one blow. Moreover, there was still a huge gap between Han Xiaowen and his Heavenly Martial Stage.    

    

Therefore, Su Ling was not afraid of Han Xiaowen's palm and directly sent out a palm print.    

    

Boom!    

    

The two palms collided into each other and a cold and domineering gale spread out in all directions.    

    

Under this palm, Han Xiaowen was pushed back three to four meters. His right palm was in extreme pain, as if his bones were cracked.    

    

He subconsciously retracted his right hand and formed a palm with his left hand. With a monstrous momentum and the vague power of thunder, he punched towards Su Ling.    

    

Su Ling sneered, and with the same heavy punch, he collided with Han Xiaowen. Soon after, there was a loud "bang" sound. Han Xiaowen's footsteps shook and he was pushed back another five to six meters. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.    

    

At this moment, Han Xiaowen's left fist was in excruciating pain, as if it was being torn apart. The bones in his hands made cracking sounds, as if they were about to crack.    

    

If Han Xiaowen didn't experience it for himself, he would never have believed that he would be at a disadvantage in the two collisions just now.    

    

Han Xiaowen's gaze was extremely gloomy as he said in a stern voice, "It seems that there are indeed some things on you that I am not aware of."    

    

"There are a lot of things about me that you don't realize! Was it you who took the initiative to attack? It was soft and weak, as if it had never eaten. Was this the Body Strength that Cultivating Warrior, who was at the eighth level of the Genuine Martial Stage, should have? "It's too weak to withstand a single blow."    

    

Su Ling sneered.    

    

"You!"    

    

Han Xiaowen was furious. He stared at Su Ling and was even more surprised when he saw that Su Ling was safe and sound without a single trace of pain on his face.    

    

"How is that possible? That punch just now was almost my strongest punch. Why is he completely fine? Is he pretending on purpose? "    

    

Han Xiaowen was very confused and said in a deep voice.    

    

Seemingly noticing Han Xiaowen's doubt, Su Ling couldn't help but sneer: "Earlier, I always let you take the initiative to attack. Is it my turn now?"    

    

As he said that, Su Ling's expression changed, his expression became extremely serious. He was bare-handed and naturally did not have any weapons in his hands, but at that moment, he had clenched his hands into fists, causing the Mystical Qi in his body to tremble. After going through the tempering of lightning, Su Ling's Body Strength s were extremely terrifying.    

    

At this moment, Su Ling clenched both his hands into fists and viciously punched towards Han Xiaowen. Su Ling's attack speed was very fast and the punches came one after another.